My mind between day and night
good and evil like two sides
of a coin made of madness
sometimes dark sometimes bright
innocence and guilt
only shades of game i cannot win
lust and despise
only pattern no one to blame
My mind as gloom as a cave
as dark as a grave
Strength and weakness
only schemes not to care,
killed myself
long time ago
no one for the guilt
to share
the end of the game
now it is quite near
i confess the guilt
i'm afraid i cannot bear
death the only border
left to cross to escape my fate
how many slaughter will there pave
the way to this gate